Chapter 199 Capturing Angels
Angels are mysterious and eccentric, and their roots are a hodgepodge.

Angels have no natural reproductive ability. According to legend, they were born in the Angel Pond. They possess the power of dragons and can withstand high-standard enhanced magic, but their body defense is not outstanding. A large number of mechas are widely used among the tribe.

The psychic ring that surrounds the side of the angel's head and is suspended above it appears to be made of metal, but it is not solid and is part of the angel's body.

The Psychic Ring is like the halo worn by angels in the legend of Mu Hua’s previous life, but its actual function is similar to that of a devil’s horn. There are also rumors that the Psychic Ring is the body tissue of angels that absorbs the power of faith.

Dragon-like physical qualities, psychic rings similar to devil's horns, and angel wings like devil's wings can help them replicate and store magic, and also help them control magic power more delicately.

Winged demons generally use melee weapons because their demon horns and demon wings are the most suitable staffs and magic storage organs for themselves.

The same is true for angels.

In battle, they either wield swords and spears to hack and slash, or wear mecha armor and charge into battle. When their holy wings spread out, it often means that the magic of destruction is about to come.

To be honest, the angel race has many characteristics of magical life forms.

It’s just that Mu Hua has never really come into contact with an angel, and most of what he knows about angels is hearsay. As for the specific situation, well... we have to knock the one flying in the sky down first.

It is quite pleasing to see a beautiful angel without clothes flying in the sky.

The angel looked around, as if instinctively not daring to fly out of the range of the Abyss Island.

What should we do when faced with an angel who suddenly escapes from trouble and feels confused?
Mu Hua raised the Jam Sweetheart in his hand and aimed at the weak part of the angel's body.

"Bang~!" The sniper opened fire.

In the 'Eightfold Mirror', Mu Hua confirmed one thing: his hair was golden, and the hair elsewhere was also golden...

Almost at the same time when Mu Hua aimed his gun at the angel, the angel flying in the sky had already set his eyes on Mu Hua.

It’s hard to say whether it’s because of his strong combat intuition or because the place Mu Hua was aiming at was filled with endless malice.

Anyway, the angel had already taken precautions before the gun went off.

With a flap of its wings, the angel dodged Mu Hua's gunshot. Having suffered a loss at the hands of Jam Sweetheart before, the angel did not reach out to grab the bullet shot by Jam Sweetheart.

"Ah~" The ethereal scream, even though it was filled with anger, was no less timbre than the siren's singing.

Mu Hua's shooting angered the angel, and she finally opened her red lips. However, seeing the other party rushing towards him with bare hands, Mu Hua estimated that the snake fruit or something might not be useful.

Gifted with furious blood and possessing extreme strength, as a strong guy with a physical fitness close to 600, what should you do when you see a naked winged angel rushing towards you?
Mu Hua raised his hand and cast a secondary power blessing on himself, as if he was intending to fight the opponent head-on.

The swooping angel brought with it wind pressure, and its clenched hands changed between fists and claws.

Angels don't have the claws of demons. They usually fight with their fists. If they can extend their claws, it probably means that there is something wrong with the angel's brain.

The angel swooped down with a fierce attack, but before it got close to Mu Hua, a row of bone spears shot up into the sky from the ground.

The angel with spread wings was extremely flexible and maneuverable in the air, stopping suddenly and dodging quickly. Even without flying magic, Mu Hua's flying skills like a dog paddle in the sky were totally incomparable to hers.

After dodging the bone spear, the angel also set his sights on the Dread Knight.

The magic patterns on the Terror Rider's body had no effect on the angel. The target of attack changed, and the angel turned to pounce on the Terror Rider. Looking at a pink and tender angel rushing into the encirclement of the Terror Rider, Mu Hua actually felt a little disappointed in his heart.

A battle without suspense.

When the angel folded her wings and gave up flying to attack the Terrorrider, the battle was no longer suspenseful.

The angels were born with very high fighting talents, but unfortunately, when it came to close combat, the Terror Riders were also born with endless martial training.

The Winged Angel itself is on the same level as the Terror Knight.

If she were allowed to cast spells, and if she were equipped with weapons and equipment, she might be able to beat the Terror Rider to death.

Unfortunately, if he went unarmed, even though not wearing any clothes would distract Mu Hua, it would not have any effect on the Terror Rider.

Well, Mu Hua’s mind is strong enough to deal with Medusa’s charm. Now that he sees Medusa and faces that snake-like hair, he will no longer have any evil thoughts.

As for the excitement at this moment, it was completely from the heart. After all, angels are too consistent with human aesthetics. An angel without clothes has a great impact on the senses.

Mental stability is a benign defense against mental interference and will not affect the normal psychological and physiological needs of an organism.

Therefore, in this world full of various monsters, adventurers have never been moralists, nor can they be moralists.

Never mind the gender, or even the androgynous ones, without the adventurers who love sex, even the perverts are doomed to failure.

It’s fine to pretend to be great and noble, but if there is no adequate release, the overflowing hormones can sometimes be fatal. . .

In close combat, the Angel and the Terror Knight are evenly matched.

But the swords and guns of the Terror Riders could easily cut through the angel's flesh.

The Terror Knight has a recovery ability that is almost like regeneration, and according to Mu Hua's observation, angels also have the ability to heal themselves, but the two-winged angels can only reach the level of self-healing of giant monsters at most, and are still far from regeneration.

Angels are skilled in healing magic, limb regeneration, and even legendary resurrection magic.

Most people don’t know much about the specific situation of this race. Mu Hua is one of them for the time being. He is not sure whether the regeneration of high-level angels is a gift of flesh and blood or a belief in divine arts.

However, based on current observations, the power growth of this Winged Angel is greater than that of the Terror Rider, but its defense and survivability are far inferior to that of the Terror Rider.

During the fight, the angel, who was obviously no match for the siege, suddenly spread his wings and grabbed a Terror Rider, as if he wanted to take him into the sky.

"Hold her!" Mu Hua shouted. From the angel's movements and sight, it can be seen that the angel is trying to throw the Terror Rider into the Abyss Sea by flying.

Mu Hua broke out in a cold sweat, as he had somewhat underestimated the angel's combat prowess.

Why did Mu Hua want to dig up the arena? Isn't it because he was afraid of being thrown into the abyss?

Originally, he only considered that these creatures with flying abilities would have the advantage in the sky, but he did not expect that these abyss monsters would still know how to use external objects to fight against the enemy even if they had lost their minds.

On this island of the abyss, being grabbed and thrown into the abyss is more terrifying than fighting to the death.

Almost at the same time as Mu Hua shouted, several Terror Riders who had materialized chain sickles had already swung their sickles at the angels.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

Golden blood splashed, nine sickles cruelly penetrated the angel's body, and dozens of terror riders exerted their strength to drag the angel to the ground, causing the angel to scream in pain. These terror riders had long been on guard against the angel's re-entry into the air, as Mu Hua deeply hated the monsters in the abyss that had the ability to fly.

This was a method he had thought of long ago, but up to now, except for this angel with moderate attributes, he didn't dare to try it on other winged bosses.

In a cruel capture scene, the angel was hooked and dragged back to the ground. As the angel struggled, the chain hooks penetrated deeper into his flesh.

After a while, perhaps because he had run out of strength or was driven by the instinct for survival, the angel's struggle became less intense. At this time, Mu Hua also came to the angel's side.

"Come a few people and hold her back!" Mu Hua ordered the Terror Riders. Several Terror Riders stepped forward and controlled the angel's hands and feet.

The angel is stronger than the Terrorrider, but he cannot single-handedly counter the Terrorrider's entire body strength.

Mu Hua pulled out the hooks and sickles from the angel's body one by one. The wounds on the angel's body healed slowly. He tried to struggle, but was dragged by the Terror Rider, whose wings were pulled, and he was finally pressed to the ground.

Pushing away a terror rider who wanted to grab the angel's head and neck, Mu Hua stepped on one of the angel's wings, grabbed the angel's neck, and felt the angel's power.

That's right, if we put aside her flying ability, Mu Hua's power is greater than that of this angel.

As the wound healed, the angel began to struggle fiercely. Mu Hua pressed hard and wiped away the blood on the angel's chest.

The golden blood looked like dragon blood, but Mu Hua did not feel the slightest holiness from it. It seemed that the Vatican's praise of the angels was just lip service.

He raised his hand and cast a cleansing spell on the angel. Except for a crazy look, the winged blonde beauty looked fresh.

At the same time, Mu Hua took out a snake fruit and stuffed it into the angel's mouth.

"I heard that when you have close contact with angels, their trembling wings are very interesting." Zhou Yi came close to Mu Hua and gave a suggestion that made Mu Hua roll his eyes.

"...isn't it bad?" Mu Hua questioned weakly while suppressing the angel.

"The wailing of angels can always make demons happy physically and mentally. Master, maybe you can give it a try." Tuesday floated behind Mu Hua with an evil smile on his lips.

Well, there is not a single good person in Mu Hua’s family.

After capturing an angel, this family doesn't care at all whether the other party is crazy or not. To describe this family as acting recklessly is definitely a compliment.

It seemed that the effect of the snake fruit had taken effect, and the mania in the angel's eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by...

To do or not to do, that is the question.

If it were in the past, if he had caught such a beauty, Mu Hua probably wouldn't mind doing something unnecessary with her.

But now, Mu Hua hesitated.

Are we lacking this warm food now? Generally speaking, men can be great and glorious when they don’t lack this kind of thing. For example, Mu Hua now feels that he can be great and glorious for a while.

The life factor of angels seems to be of a very high grade. Magical life cannot be created only based on humans. As long as the quality of materials is appropriate, demonic styles can be created.

We have the devil's brain and captured another angel.

Unlike the life factors of demons that need to evolve to produce qualitative changes, even the life factors of winged angels seem to be no different from those of higher-level angels.

The angel in front of me seems to be a good material for creating magical life.

While Mu Hua was thinking, his hand began to reach towards the angel's beautiful neck.

Angel? Is there any suitable one in my memory?

Maybe we don't necessarily need angels?
There are many beautiful images in the memories of his previous life that he misses, and the status of those older sisters and younger sisters in Mu Hua's heart is even higher than that of angels.

Thinking about all sorts of things in his mind, Mu Hua began to exert force with the hand that was pinching the angel's neck, as if he was trying to break the angel's neck.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and just as he was about to kill the powerless angel, Mu Hua suddenly thought of something, paused, and stopped his hands again.

"Why, master, do you still want to have it while it's hot?" Zhou Yi asked Mu Hua with interest, wagging his tail.

"What are you doing? Find something to tie her up. I plan to try to create magical life, so I need to make some preparations." Mu Hua shook his head.

"Magical life? Raise it and then cut its meat?" Monday guessed doubtfully. He had no idea about the creation of magical life.

"If it has the ability to heal itself, the cut-off flesh is useless." Mu Hua shook his head.

Earlier, Mu Hua was still thinking about his severed hand.

But later it was discovered that for a creature with self-healing abilities, unless its life functions stop first, the flesh and blood separated from its body will not have any active factors.

Of course, even if it could be used, Mu Hua probably wouldn't do it.

The longer you live, the easier it is to see through things. Those great and glorious sentiments belong to only two kinds of people: one is those who enjoy the beauty of life, and the other is those who have been brainwashed.

Mu Hua didn't mind capturing an angel and doing some unnecessary things to her before killing her, but he found it a bit hard to accept cutting off the flesh of a pretty angel.

Sure enough, this is a world where looks matter. If you change to a hellhound, there seems to be no pressure in cutting.

But since cutting flesh is useless, what should Mu Hua prepare?
Well, he suddenly realized that his understanding of the human body structure seemed to be incomplete.

At least the local size and shape and the overall structural proportions are not comprehensive enough.

Mu Hua knew more about bones, and there was information about corpse demons among the constructed undead, so he also had a better idea of ​​the internal organs.

But when it comes to flesh and blood, Mu Hua's understanding of human external signs has become somewhat taken for granted.

Well, it’s not that I don’t have any idea, I just take it for granted.

He needs to find a way to supplement some knowledge, such as size, shape, line, proportion, etc. . .

This is a matter of vital importance and cannot be taken lightly.

Well, first of all, you need to confirm what styles are available and which styles best suit your taste.

From inside to outside, neck, limbs, hands and feet... Tsk, there seems to be a lot to confirm.

After all, he is his own magical life form, so it is naturally unacceptable to say things like "he has watched countless movies but has no idea about horses".

Of course not!
Simply put, he needs to draw materials from real scenes, observe more, and appreciate more high-quality art displays.

Mu Hua suddenly realized with shame that he actually had a serious knowledge gap in this area. . .

(End of this chapter)